God, Give Me a Spreadsheet
Apparently waiting for me this week was a half-man, half-fish who looks NOTHING like Jason Momoa, a Russian boxing ring, a conference room full of executives I didn't know I had hired, and a childhood Monopoly problem that suddenly made a lot more sense.
Sounds about right.
This week, one word sent me somewhere I wasn't expecting:
Provision.
Because I have spent a lot of time learning about my patterns, recognizing them, understanding where they came from, and figuring out how I don't want them running my life anymore.
But I had never stopped to ask one question:
What were they providing for…
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